*Patricia's P.O.V.*

"Weasel, what's going on?" I freaked out a little.

"What is the thing?!" He yelled, making me freak a little bit more.

"Slimeball!" I screamed. Trudy stopped dead in the doorway, staring at me.

"Where am I supposed to find it?!" Eddie screamed. I burst into tears. Stupid tears!

"You freak, tell me what the issue is!" I shouted at him through my tears. Stress isn't good for the twins, what is going on?

"Yacker!" Eddie said, sounding relieved. "What's going on, are you crying?"

I jumped on him with a hug. "Eddie, you will never do that to me again!"

"Do what? I heard some freak talking and for once, Blabs, it wasn't you." He told me.

"I was so worried about you, I won't even get offended. Eddie, you're not allowed to scare me like that again, do you hear me?" I told him, relieved I had my good old Eddie back.

Or should that be my bad old Eddie?

Either way, he kissed the tears off my cheeks.

A coo from the doorway, then soft steps backward and sudden soft running.

*Eddie's P.O.V.*

I kissed Yacker, hearing Trudy coo at us from the doorway. Then I heard her light steps as she shot off upstairs.

I focused on my Yackball. She curled up in my lap and snuggled down. She never enjoyed snuggling, but if she wanted to, I wasn't gonna complain.

"Y'know, for a rebel bad guy, you're sweet, warm and cuddly." Yacker said, closing those beautiful blue-grey eyes.

She was asleep in no time flat. I held her there until the clock struck ten, then I put her in her bed in True's room. Her roommate was sleeping, buried in her pillow. She didn't wake up unless someone sloshed water on her or her alarm went off.

I kissed my Yacker before leaving. I was dead on my feet now, unable to even bother pranking Trudy.

Wow, you can tell when I'm tired, I don't wanna pull an easy and hilarious prank, like rig a bucket of freezing water from her pillow and set her alarm for five minutes ahead, escape and when the thing goes off, she wakes up, gets drenched, squeals and wakes everyone.

More fun when you see it.

I went to bed, and I was out the second my head touched the pillow.

I woke up to the delicious smell of blueberry pancakes, freshly made blueberry juice and blueberry porridge. True makes the creamiest porridge available, using thick, creamy milk, then she gets home-grown oats and makes it herself. She's never done anything bad to us all. She never would.

She bakes her own bread, her own cakes and cookies, manages to make butter by herself, too.

Yacker was in there, eating for three. She munched away, making Trudy laugh. There was bacon, egg, sausage and baked beans as well.

My girlfriend's plate was piled so high, I was surprised at her eating ability. She ate more, then once she'd cleared that, she ate a full fried breakfast, downing loads of blueberry juice. Then she went to the kitchen, grabbed a six-pack of prawn cocktail crisps.

She ate all the six packets, much to the amazement of everyone watching her, including me. I've never seen someone eat that much. Even women eating for three.

I received amazed looks and smiles. Yacker was so busy, she was practically swallowing the crisps whole and not even chewing them.

It was amazing, seeing the capacity of my Yackball's eating. She has a pretty big mouth, but God, she has a huge appetite to match.

We ended up in school, her still hungry.

I was shocked. After what she'd just eaten, how could she be hungry? She'd eaten enough for the whole house!

The teacher, Harriet, looked at her.

The other girls envied her, but Dad had threatened detention on the first people to be horrible to her.

At lunch, Yacker and I headed home. We needed to give her fresh food. So we tried, but we couldn't find our usual cook.

Blabbermouth went to her room, and came out. She looked emotionally and mentally scarred for life.

"Don't go in there. I just made that mistake." She sounded as scarred as she looked.

I made her a spaghetti and crisps with salad hoagie.

She waited until we both had one, with two chicken BBQ wraps and more prawn cocktail crisps. Then before I'd got mine to my lips, she'd swallowed all of her food. She went and got drinks, before gulping hers down in seconds.

We did get back to school, finding it in basic forms of destruction. Lockers dented and crushed, walls graffiti covered, confetti, glitter and streamers everywhere, pompoms and ties on the floor, the doors pulled off their hinges.

We looked at each other, shocked. Dad was paraded past us by the football team, tied to a stick and gagged.

Blabs looked confused. That was a first.

"What's so confusing?" I asked her.

"Who did I see with...? Oh, OK. Better than it was, but still gross." She replied, musing over something or other.

Something shot at Blabs and hit her in the head. She collapsed.

My girlfriend was knocked out! I looked to see who had done it.

It was...

Who is it? You'll find out in the next chapter. :) So, if anyone has more ideas for the Peddie twins names and genders, review or PM me. Until next update, Random Dizzy. :)